AN: I noticed some problems in the story in the reviews I got so I decided to edit the chapter to make things easier to understand. Although to the person who was flaming me you were out of line, constructive criticism is okay, flaming is not.

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The Maker

Chapter one

-General P.O.V.-

Harry spent his whole life in the shadow of his younger twin brother Matthew, watching as he got everything he wanted, was never punished, and treated like royalty by everyone who they met for being the boy-who-lived, mighty defeater of Voldemort. He wasn't abused per se but was almost always ignored, always forgotten, treated like the distant cousin that no-one wanted around. He didn't mind though, when he learned that he couldn't turn to family or friends he turned to books and knowledge studying everything he could from his family's library. When he was five he started stealing his parents wands and a cauldron and began to experiment with new spells and potions, even creating a few items after studying tomes of Runes. Some of the items he created he got patented at the ministry but others, the more questionable or fun ones, he kept to himself and for each spell and potion he got a set amount of galleons and a set amount of years where he was the only one who could sell the use of the spell, potion, or item.

He invested the majority of his money in both the muggle and magical worlds and started up several companies. Two prime examples of his work were a custom wand shop next to Ollivander's, which was quickly becoming more popular by the more well to do families due to his wands having more inherent power, and a pet store that would only sell to someone if they could form a familiar bond with the animal which was going at the same pace as his wand shop due to the rarity of the creatures he sold. He also owned the controlling interest in the Daily Prophet and the muggle drill company Grunnings, he had met his Uncle Vernon once when his mother wanted to reconnect with her sister and was disgusted by the man so he wanted to control the situation if they met again, and both were under the pseudonym through which he patented his spell and potions and held his own vault at Gringotts, Tiberius Maker. He knew he would have to reveal that he was Maker eventually but until then he decided to enjoy watching his negligent parents rave about 'Tiberius Maker's' latest spell or potion while making comments about how he likely wouldn't go anywhere when they thought he wasn't around.

-Harry-

Eleven year old Harry Potter was walking around Diagon Alley with the bag of galleons his parents had given him to get his school supplies while they took his brother Matthew around to stay in the spotlight. He already had all of his potions supplies in his hidden lab at his home, had already bought his books, and had had a wand from his custom wand shop since it had opened so he decided to do some business with Ollivander.

As he passed through the door he felt a tingle of magic crawl up his arms and noticed a runic array carved into the door, 'truth ward', he thought 'well at least it won't be very hard to convince him I'm not lying.'. Upon entering the empty shop the old man walked up seeming very happy to have a customer, "Ah, Mr. Potter I am glad to see you. Are you ready to get your wand?".

"I already have a wand Mr. Ollivander, from the custom shop Circe' Scepters next door." Harry told him and felt somewhat sorry when the old man's face fell.

"Then why are you here?" he asked warily.

"I wanted to offer you a business proposition of joining with my wand store." Harry said waiting for the inevitable explosion and glad that all the shops in Diagon Alley had silencing charms on them.

"You're Tiberius Maker?" he yelled out in shock before his face got angry, "Why do you want to talk to me? You are after all trying to put my store out of business.".

Harry quickly shook his head, "No I don't I have a great deal of respect for you and your establishment. I wanted to knock down the wall between our shops, your wands may not be as well attuned as mine but they are less expensive and mine are vice versa. If we merged we could have you sell wands that would be better for people who don't have as much money or don't want to spend as much while mine will be for people who want more control. We keep our separate names but share the profits and keep each other in business." he said before pulling out a contract.

Ollivander looked warily at the contract before he raised an eyebrow at the last line, "Why do you want me to keep your identity a secret?" he asked curiously.

"I enjoy watching my parents dig a deeper and deeper hole when the talk about how I will never go far when they think I can't here while raving on about the work of 'Tiberius Maker'." Harry replied smirking making the old wand-maker laugh before he signed the contract.

"Before you go may I ask what your wand is made of?" Ollivander asked eagerly wanting to know something about a new wand.

"The wood is from the Fortingall Yew (AN: That is a real tree, it is about five thousand years old and is in Scotland, Pontius Pilate actually played under it as a child) and the core is a phoenix feather soaked in freely given phoenix tears intertwined with a bicorn tail hair soaked in freely given bicorn blood and the heartstring of the dragon of immortality and soaked in its venom, basically all things devoted to immortality which I take to represent my drive to be remembered." Harry said smirking wider and wider at his words.

"Would you be willing to try for one of my wands as a second?" he asked hopefully and when Harry nodded he literally squealed like a little kid before blushing and giving him a hard look, "Mention that to nobody, got it?".

"Of course partner." Harry smirked back, saving what he had just seen for future blackmail.

After about half an hour of trying wands Ollivander got a curious look on his face and went into the back room before walking out with a large ornate trunk, "Mr. Potter I usually only sell wands with one of three cores, Phoenix feather, unicorn hair, or dragon heartstring but occasionally I like to experiment with different cores. They rarely sell but I keep every experimental wand in here. Let's start you out with one that parallels your current wand, it was my attempt to recreate the wand of destiny and is made of elder wood with the intertwined cores of augury soaked in its own tears, the tail hair of a thestral soaked in its freely given blood, and the heartstring of a Stygian emperor Dragon soaked in its venom, three magical creatures very rooted in death and combat.".

Grasping the wand he felt it's power build up before releasing in a wave that blasted the dust off of every surface in the shop making him whistle in appreciation. "That's some wand," he muttered before looking up, "are you sure you don't want to just make custom wands?" he asked almost hopefully.

Laughing Ollivander replied, "No my young friend I am happy with what I do. Treat that wand carefully Mr. Potter, only one wand I have ever created can match it's power and I highly doubt that anyone will ever bond with that one.".

As he finished they heard a gasp and upon turning around he saw his parents and brother inside the shop apparently having heard everything Ollivander had said about his new wand. His father looked at him with irritation, his mother with curiosity, and his brother with envy. "Well Mr. Ollivander we are here to get my son his new wand." his father said after a moment of awkwardness and Harry slipped out smirking.

He quickly walked down to the trunk store and picked up a seven compartment trunk that he had ordered a few months previously. The trunk was a work of art with the casing resembling the universe with stars and galaxies moving through it while the edges and lock were made of gold and could only be opened by his magical signature. It was the compartments however that were the true masterpiece, the first was a basic size to throw off anyone who might watch him as he opened it. The rest of the compartments were much larger and were designed to be a training room complete with Olympic size swimming pool, a library, a laboratory, a hospital room, an armory, and a full sized apartment complete with bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen. He had wanted a place to be able to work in private while at Hogwarts and the trunk seemed like the best idea… plus it looked badass.

After he got his trunk he went to his pet store and walked in smiling at all of the happy animals in their different habitats, "Mr. Potter," his shop manager Anton Scamander, brother of Newt Scamander, greeted as he walked in "are you here to finally get a familiar?" he finished almost begging at the end.

"Yes Anton but not just one. Hogwarts real rules state that a student can have one bonded familiar and as many pets as they want as long as the pets are a bird, cat, dog, or snake and the pets may or may not be familiars." Harry said smirking along with his employee. An hour later he left the shop with his four new familiars, an emrys viper, a worg cub, and a silver phoenix egg. They were all truly amazing creatures, the emrys colubra was a snake discovered by Merlin himself and its size, strength, and appearance depend on the magical power of the witch or wizard it bonds to; the silver phoenix is larger than the regular red phoenix and can create much hotter flames; and a worg is a magical species of wolf that, when full grown, could reach a full grown man's shoulders as well as having magical resistant skin and shadow traveling abilities.

After he finished he had his new worg cub, Romulus, shadow travel his phoenix egg and his snake, Morgana to his hidden lab at his house. Deciding to relax he walked over to Florean Fortesques and ordered a chocolate ice cream while he watched the shoppers walk around. When he noticed his parents leaving Flourish and Blotts he smirked before he drew his custom wand, which didn't have a ministry tracker on it, and pointed it at his brother under the table. "Parva aqua vortex." which was a basic pranking spell that he had created, that made a small vortex of water appear and mess up a person hair, and patented before putting into a book and publishing it, the real kicker was that both his father, his brother, and the other two Marauders owned a copy of that book.

After a moment however he decided that just ruining his hair wasn't good enough so he again pointed his wand before he incanted "Longos crines tuos." making his brother's hair grow to the small of his back followed by the spell "Sexum verto." making his brother shrink somewhat, gain softer features, and lose his male features or, in short, turned into a girl. To finish everything off he transfigured his brothers clothes into a miniskirt and a pink tube top that said "Girls just wanna gave fun", the three other Potters then walked into Eyelops Owl emporium without even noticing his new changes.

After that he calmly finished the last of his ice cream and walked away, chuckling when he heard a girlish scream form the owl store. When his parents returned home three hours later Matthew was still a girl so, playing dumb, he asked "Hey Mom, Dad, where's Matthew and who's the girl?" making all three go beat red in embarrassment.

His dad glared at him after he regained his composure, "Someone thought it was funny to charge your brother into a girl and there is no known counter curse.".

Harry pretended to look concerned before he walked up to his room for some privacy and as soon as he was inside he started chuckling. After a moment however his door opened and his mother walked in glaring at him, "Change your brother back now and I won't tell your father about what you did. Got it?" she demanded immediately.

He was shocked at first that his mother figured him out but figured she saw the mirth in his eyes downstairs but schooled his features. "What makes you think it was me?" he asked without any emotion.

Rolling her eyes she replied, "Because I saw how much you wanted to laugh downstairs.".

He gave her a hard look, "Did it not occur to you that maybe I had just found the fact that my brother is now a girl funny as hell?" he demanded and mentally cheered when he saw her blush.

"That's no way to talk about your brother." she reprimanded trying to gain the upper hand.

"Like you care how he talks about me. I know how the three of you are always talking about how 'poor sad little Harry will never amount to anything' but here's a news flash for you. I'm more powerful than he will ever be. I have one of the two most powerful wands Ollivander ever made and I highly doubt that my brother got the other." he growled, his mother's face paling further and further with each word he said before she ran out of the room. Once she was gone he slumped down against his bed and sighed in relief that he had managed to keep his identity a secret.

AN1: Okay everybody, I already have several ideas for some of his creations, both the ones he has patented and those he hasn't, but I am looking for more. The best ones will be put into the story and their creators given credit so review and think.

AN2: "Dawn of A Warlord: Year one" is the next story on the updating cycle.